The long and narrow blade touched his waist and abdomen, Chu Zihang rolled on the spot and rushed into the encirclement. Only in the crowd can the damage released by his Word Spirit and Jun Yan be maximized.
Another burst of notes compressed to the extreme was spit out, and the violent flames solidified and rushed in all directions. The billowing fire waves quickly conducted all kinds of weapons made of metal to high temperatures.
Only the Mountain King moved his arms wantonly, and the layers of trembling fat on his chest were covered with thick layers of rock, completely blocking out the high-heat flames.
Word Spirit·Titan.
This spirit of words is vividly highlighted in the Mountain King, who is much better than the degenerate hybrid that Li Longyuan slaughtered in the Huashan Stone Forest.
With a height of nearly 2.1 meters and a waistline of almost 2 meters, the whole person is as majestic as a mountain of flesh.
The leader who possessed the Spirit of Words and Mingzhao gritted his teeth and took three evolution potions in three days, using up his vitality to barely expand the area to a size that could accommodate his size.
"Store manager, the guys outside all look vicious. Let's call the police as soon as possible!"
The female clerk looked through the glass window. The only decent-looking young man in black was holding a knife among the weird people in strange clothes. From time to time, a group of fierce flames burst out of thin air like a magic trick, which scared her and made her legs shake.
explain.
"It's useless. Let's gather everyone together first so that we can take care of you whether we want to stay or run away."
Song Yuan was also looking outside at this moment. When she saw the shining golden eyes of all the people in the group, she understood what Mr. Li called "the mixed-race world".
After checking the information for so many days, she also knew how big the physical gap was between mixed races and ordinary people.
If they really came to this store, it would be difficult for the female clerks, who are already at a disadvantage physically, to escape.
"Get out of the way! Bugs."
The Mountain King strode forward with an evil voice, looking like an armored demon god. He clenched his big palm-like hands into fists and smashed them down on the little thing in front of him, smashing them like a roaring battering ram, causing the asphalt road to crack and shake.
Chu Zihang swung his body like a spirit fox, swung out Murasame from time to time, and slashed out a flash of silver sword light to repel other ghost cave leaders who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack.
"Your Majesty! Don't worry about him. Kill him and smash up the store in front of him."
Wu Xiao, who was hiding behind the mountain king's burly body, shouted coldly. Hearing these words, Chu Zihang's golden eyes under his sunglasses instantly brightened, and the blood burst state silently activated.
"Young ones, rush for me!"
The mountain king really listened to the command. He roared immediately, shook the dust that had been splashed all over his body, and went straight to the teahouse with simple decoration and the "Songbai" signboard. His ever-expanding body was hiding behind the glass window.
The little girl watching from behind is particularly ferocious and vicious.
"Hide in the back kitchen first."
Song Yuan waved her hand and could only move the little girls with her, but the anxious look in her eyes became more intense.
This kind of mixed race acted without any concern for the impact and seriously deviated from social laws. For a while, she really couldn't think of any other way except to contact the orthodox manpower for reinforcements.
"ç„…!"
A slender Japanese sword was placed in front of him. The gurgling rain washed away the blood and flowed down the blade. Chu Zihang opened his sunglasses, revealing golden eyes as bright as the sun.
The violent flames swayed like a long snake within a radius of six meters in front of him. The scorching temperature made the surrounding air extremely dry. If a normal mixed-race took a sip, his face would turn red and his lungs would hurt.
What really made the ghost cave tribesmen and leaders stop in their tracks was not only this round of high-explosive Yan Ling Jun Yan, but also the pair of pupils of the young man holding the knife that turned into red gold.
The blood-like color was washed in the sun, and an invisible but majestic energy stirred in the hearts of every mixed race who looked directly at them. This was the oppression of the superiors alone, and the emotion of fear spread silently in everyone's hearts.
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"His face is pale, and it seems that he has used a method of overdrafting his vitality. He will not be able to hold on for long."
Wu Xiao, whose bloodline purity was not very high, immediately lowered his head to avoid this fierce and poisonous gaze, but he keenly noticed Chu Zihang's sullen state and immediately shouted.
The excited leaders of the ghost cave hid behind the thick-skinned Mountain King and moved forward step by step, testing the young man with cold eyes and holding a knife alone.
"My car is parked at the back corner of the street. You can get out from the back door and drive in the direction of Li's Heavy Industry."
Chu Zihang resisted the fishy smell rising in his throat, faced the Mountain King and his entourage with a knife in front, and slowly retreated towards the inside of Songbai Tea House. Then he threw a Porsche key to the back kitchen, where several huddled girls were
Only then did he realize that he was a regular customer who often came to the store to drink tea but didn't like to talk.
"What about you?"
Huang Ying raised her head and asked, her face looking nervous.
"Thank you Mr. Chu."
Song Yuan first gave a slight salute, and then pulled up the female shop assistants around her.
"let's go."
There was no hesitation at this critical moment, Song Yuan knew very well that if Chu Zihang didn't stay behind, none of them would be able to escape.
As unarmed ordinary people like me, we can only act as hostages to hold them back.
"The trapped beast still fights."
Wu Xiao couldn't help but laugh when he saw the panic scene in the store. He even began to enjoy the pleasure of controlling life and death, watching them struggle in the cage and losing hope little by little.
"Songpa!"
He shouted a name, and next to him, a guy with a white belt on his head, a tough face, bulging shoulder muscles, and his five fingers wrapped in gauze, who looked like a boxer, stood up.
Sompha used to be the uncrowned king who was forced to fight in an underground boxing ring in Thailand. After awakening, he killed the owner of the boxing ring and his whole family due to a personal grudge.
He escaped into a ghost cave, joined a gang, and took the position of leader.
"Leave it to you, just play with him and don't kill him."
Wu Xiao grinned, and the strong man in his thirties nodded coldly and rushed in.
The alchemical knife cut into the man's fist and made a sound like gold and iron. Chu Zihang raised his eyes slightly and saw that the man's exposed muscles were as hard as copper and iron, with a faint metallic luster.
The Word Spirit Bronze Throne is a perfect fit for this boxer.
After all, Songpa did not know that he had dragon blood when he was born, but he was trained little by little in an underground boxing ring full of ridicule and abuse. After countless blood flows, he gradually touched the threshold of awakening the spirit of speech.
His acquired physical fitness enabled him to withstand the pressure of opening the Bronze Throne on his body's bones.
Chu Zihang kept wielding the sword with the same indifference. He had been sweating every day for three years in the Children's Palace Kendo Hall. Even the most basic kendo moves were meticulously trained every day. He never slacked off.
Neither of the two tough-minded people had any intention of speaking. Only the light of the sword and the shadow of the fist were pressed against each other silently. The red flames entangled the blade and cut into the metal-like muscles, leaving a light white mark.
Kesongpa just frowned, and swung his iron fist harder and harder, hitting the jade steel blade. The blade violently moved like a spring to relieve force, and the young man holding the handle couldn't help but retreat.